Fuse, Join, Or Blend Poem by Elena Sandu

I watched my hands,
put them on the face
then looked at them gingerly.
Observed that if I keep
hands very straight
and try to adjust them
to fit perfectly together, I'd need
to loosen them bit and keep one up
while moving down the other.
Otherwise,
will always be some space between.
Tried it again, with my feet
and seeing the same results,
Sunddenly hit me!
We people are made the same
but in order to fit with each other
we need to lean and match one to another.
I realize that too often I am falling
from one extreme to another.
By being too weak
letting everybody
push their will on me
became as soft and slippery as butter
Could not have one thought
of my own to stand right and strong.
Then, discovering me, myself
Became as strong as diamond
Shining around and acting smart
But, too tough, unwanted, cold, and strong
I'd hurt those that I'd love the most
As well as strangers, oh!
Now, I am looking again at my hands
and try to lean one on the other.
They taught me that
There is no need
to be strong and shine
as innox nor as diamond
Nor to be soft and slippery
as butter nor as silk
If I can only be me
To kindly create
for me or others
some leaning
possibilities,
Should be content.



..To leave
no empty space on my soul,
should move it kindly
round and round
so that it will perfectly fit
with other people's hearts..